Refuse To Be Saved - Elvis Costello (埃尔维斯 科斯特洛)/The Roots

Now that you set everybody free

What you going to do about me

Don't want to be treated

Like some poor grateful clown

I'd rather go back in the sweet underground

Where I can tell the time by

The colour of my skin

And I know my neighbour 'cos he's the one

Yes he's the one

Who always turns me in

A woman works the tunnel

In the middle of the night

Picking up every lost object in sight

Handbags toupees lost legs and fingernails

The black market eats up all your failures

Her transistor offers no salvation or regrets

No pool no pets no cigarettes

Just non-stop Disco Tex and the Sex-o-lettes

There's no name there's no name

There's no name there's no name

There's no name there's no name

For the pain we'll cause you again and again

For the pain we'll cause you again and again

The Liberation Forces make movies of their own

Playing their Doors records and pretending

To be stoned

Drowning out a broadcast that wasn't authorised

Incidentally the revolution will be televised

With one head for business

And another for good looks

Until they started arriving with

Their rubber aprons and their butcher's hooks

There's no name there's no name

There's no name there's no name

There's no name there's no name

For the pain we'll cause you again and again

For the pain we'll cause you again and again

They're hunting us down here with Liberty's light

A handshaking double talking procession of the mighty

Pursued by a T V crew and coming after them

A limousine of singing stars and their brotherhood anthem

The former dictator was impeccably behaved

They're mopping up all the stubborn

Ones who just refuse to be saved

I refuse to be saved